Faerie DivaBat On The Loose

Today, while some others are wild water rafting, I got to see a different side of Colorado; one that is steeped in history, back in time.

We first went to the party shop for costumes but that was closed. Bah. So we went to the Denver Cathedral instead. Pope John Paul II once did a World Youth Day event there, so it's quite famous. The cathedral was full of stained glass paintings of scenes of the bibles and saints, with markers of names of donors or people in memoriam. There were giant thrones, and a huge choir organ on the balcony. Very, very big. And yet apparently this isn't the biggest church out there.

I got to learn some things about Christian customs and history, and how it tied in with British culture. It was very interesting to hear how the Flockheart's family used to practise their religion way back when...and whether they practice it now...

We then went to Tattered Cover, one of the most well-known bookstores in Colorado. A multi-storey building with a coffeeshop (The Three Broomsticks!) and a restaurant on the top floor and books in between. The shelves - half-empty; books are selling fast I suppose - had old-style manuscript writing as labels. There was quite a variety, and I was spoilt for choice; I was looking for a book to read while on the road, but I couldn't decide which one to buy. And they weren't dirt-cheap either, so it had to be something worth my money. I found a book on feminist activism, which was about US$14, and I took out my wallet to look for money...

...and I only had about US$15 left.

I knew for sure that I had a few hundred dollars with me, and that I haven't spent them all. But they weren't in the secret wallet at home, and they weren't here. Where could have my money gone to?

Freaked out on the concept of having to live on US$15 for 6 weeks (even if I did have a credit card), I ended up not buying anything.

We went to the Wiltshire (I think) Inn to meet Angela, a friend from NaNoWriMo, and her mother Mau. Her mum's actually from KL so it was like meeting someone from back home. Angela just had her wisdom teeth pulled out, so she didn't say much; Derek, Val, and Mau spent the day talking about cultures, politics, and silly slang words. We had quite a posh dinner, mainly fish-based; I had a bowl of seafood in tomato broth. Like tom yam without the lemon grass.

It was quite fun to meet someone from online (we are not crazy stalkers with nefarious plans!) and the Inn was quite a sight in itself; founded in the 1920s, it had a very Old English charm, with antiques and paintings and such. Like a part of history. Rather reminded me of why I enjoyed Scotland so much.

We got home and I ransacked my room looking for the money. I found it in my underwear drawer, and remember hiding it there after being in a rush to leave the house. Oh thank goodness. Moral of the story: if you're hiding something, remember where you hid it.

Tomorrow we go to Boulder for tea and scavenger hunts. And I'll know for sure if I need to practice more dances again. Eep.